Dopdyke wrote:
> 
> Could anyone send me locations of hauntings near Acadia National
> Park in Maine? 

This isn't really near Acadia, but it's on the way...and the story just came to me a minute ago. I grew up in a small town in Maine near Bowdoin College and about two years ago I was dating a guy from Bowdoin (the town not the college) who graduated from the same high school as I did. He was a couple years older than I and had spend a few years in the Army traveling to such exotic places as Korea. I have traveled a few places myself and being open to new places/experiences never thought of myself as shy or easily frightened by much of anything. One evening the man I was seeing, Tim, and I decided we would head out into the woods to one of the numerous secluded areas in Bowdoin where we could spend some "quality time" doing such things as "talking" and other nonsense that lovers do. This particular night we had driven up to an old quarry and it was overcast so that when the truck was parked and the lights turned off, the world around us was inky black. I had trouble making out trees that I knew were just beyond the window of the truck. Nights that dark always make one a little wary and there is something almost natural and primal about being in the woods so deep you cannot see nor hear anything but silence. Like I said, I'm not shy, and on this night I was feeling adventurous and I wanted to get out of the truck (they get a little cramped doing what lover's do ;)). So, out of the truck I went and into the bed (of the truck, silly). Tim followed suit. We laid there on a blanket for a long while when we heard a loud "thump" on the hood of the truck. I thought a branch had fallen onto the hood, but it was enough to startle us both into getting a flashlight from inside the truck. We looked on the hood, nothing. We looked around the truck, nothing but normal leaves and trail, no branches large enough to make the sound we heard. The flashlight was one of those halogen beams that is about 10 times brighter than a normal flashlight but the darkness was eating up all the light with the exception of the beam from the bulb. Usually there is a wide area those lights will cover, this time, however, the light seemed to be overwhelmed by the darkness around us. Feeling a bit on edge, I decided to get back into the truck but didn't want to leave the woods. As we sat there "talking", we got more and more comfortable and then something slammed into the side of the truck hard enough to make it rock on the shocks. To me, it sounded and felt like it hit my side, just behind the door. I felt suddenly uneasy. I thought at first that a tree had fallen on us. Tim turned on the truck lights and got out of the truck to look around. I stayed in the truck, and watched as he walked around the truck looking at the ground and at the side of the truck. He signaled for me to get out, I did so. Where I thought the "tree" had fallen there was a muddy smudge on the side of his truck but not tree, nothing on the ground or around us that would have caused what we had just experienced. He asked if I wanted to go and I that time I felt very stongly like we should leave but my curiosity was getting the better of me and I wanted to stay and see what happened next. We got back in the truck and sat there, anticipating. Tim turned off all the lights and cracked some jokes about privacy in the deep woods. The longer we sat there the more uneasy I got till I felt like I was nearly terrified, for no reason. I wanted to leave. Tim, obviously feeling the same way, started the truck and we sped out of the woods at tire-blowing speeds till we saw the lights of houses. We went into Brunswick and got out to look at the truck again, and where that smudge had been before, now the truck was untouched, like nothing had happened. We never saw what hit the truck or experienced anything like that again. Nothing else unusual happened when we were togeather with the exception of one other time when we were at his mother's house. But that's another story... ;)